It was haunted; but real hauntings have nothing to do with ghosts finally; they have to do with the menace of memory.

The music as always had a dark sweet luster, but it was more than ever like an endless beginning-a theme ever building to a climax which would never come.

I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.

A real devil among devils.

To be human, that's what most of us long for. It is the human which has become myth to us.

Lestat, you are the damnedest creature!' he whispered under his breath. 'You are a brat prince.